The Undead Fog
The fog lowered her wings over the black water, and the moon where full. I could here the shout of a wolf nearby, then it
came.... the black fog, it stretched out to grab me, I shouted, no one heard me. I'm living in the fog now, damning any soul
who dear to confront me. Everyone and everything is going to pay for my death. I seek Revenge...
//The Undead Fog av Petter Zingmark